When you had broken for me your shell,
I touched your tender and glutinous yolk.
And licking fingers, I tried your taste.
I swallowed yellow and now I want more.
I want your shoulders' attentive twist,
When you are feeling my eyes with your back,
Your turn to me in a slowing rhythm
To hold my mercury eyes in your hand.
I want the pressure of your light eyes,
When you are looking at my breaking shell
And glow with yellow when you have tried